Oh how we laughed and oh how we cried
And we were bound together arms open wide
Those were the days but now they’re all gone
Thought they’d go on and on and on and on and on

Shoulder of Mutton Johnson Records
And signing on the dole
Harry Peters Panel Beaters and
Andy Taylor on the Coal

Robin the postman Frank the Milkman
He’s got a reel to reel
Gordon the hippy he’s kind of trippy but he’s not the real deal….no way

Oh how we laughed oh how we cried
And how we sang along the day the music died
Those were the days but now they’re all gone
Thought they’d go on and on and on and on

Ernie the butcher Bernie the booker
They call him Mr Village Hall
Georgie Porgy is the life n soul of the orgy
Makes everybody feel small

Blue the budgie Cornish Pastie at the local abattoir
All night horror at The Fleapit dressed up like Dracula
John Birch Guitars amidst the stars
The super loud the super yob
If Pete the chippy smokes that woodbine then he blows the whole place up
He blows the whole place up